Rough Riders Bundle 1(6)
Good as it felt, much as he loved a no-strings-attached blowjob, Colby just wanted her to finish him off so he could escape.
“Faster,” he panted. “Suck harder. Yeah, like that. A few more strokes and you know I’m gonna shoot my load. Then Trevor will take care of you. Got yourself a twofer tonight, baby.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The bathroom door opened. She never even lifted her head.
Colby glanced over at a grinning Trevor.
“She ready for me yet?” Trevor asked.
“Close.”
“Hot damn!” Trevor shucked off his Wranglers and T-shirt. His big belt buckle clunked on the tile. Colby didn’t bother to gawk at his friend’s naked form. Threesomes were nothing new.
The crackling of a condom package ripping open sounded beside him.
The woman gyrated her hips and moaned, “Yes. Oh please. Please fuck me. Now. From behind.”
“After Colby comes,” Trevor said. “Don’t want you bitin’ down on anything important. He’s pretty fond of that big cock of his.”
She whimpered. Realizing she wouldn’t get off until Colby did, she switched tactics, moving her mouth and hand in tandem, faster and faster. Saliva ran down the length of his dick and coated his balls.
That was all it took.
Colby threw back his head. “Come on, work those throat muscles and swallow it all. Ah. Shit yeah.”
She gulped noisily. Colby felt her gag reflex kick in, but he was too far gone to care. He held her head tightly, keeping that delectable mouth in place until every last spurt burst from the end of his cock.
Spent, he sagged against the mirror. Breathing hard. “Damn. That was good.”
Colby caressed the woman’s cheek as his dick slipped from between silky-smooth lips. By the time he’d opened his eyes, Trevor had already positioned her on the bathmat on all fours.
Her hand was on her dark muff, furiously rubbing her clit. Her sharp white teeth sank into her bottom lip; her eyes were squeezed shut in rapture. She’d tilted her ass in the air for Trevor’s use.
Trevor spread her cheeks wide and rammed into her cunt in one rapid stroke. “Christ, woman,” he growled, “you’re wet. You must really like sucking cock.”
A feminine grunt. “Stop talking and fuck me harder. I’m close to coming.”
“Bossy. I don’t know if I like that.”
“Punish me then. God. Do anything. Just make me come.”
“Maybe this’ll help you along.” Trevor whacked her ass. Four sharp blows on each deeply tanned cheek.
The woman started to climax. Loudly. Shrieking like a wheezing donkey. Thrashing like she was having a seizure.
Colby wondered how much of her reaction was real. Talk about cynical.
Spurred on by her enthusiasm, Trevor fucked her with such ferocity the bathmat skidded sideways across the floor.
Colby watched the scene before him dispassionately. He should be raring to join in. He wasn’t. In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp.
A sad situation at his age; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town. He was getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night.
Yeah, that one-woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades. A witch’s mouth, lush, ripe, the soft pink of peonies in spring. A curvy little body a man could sink his teeth and his cock into for weeks without surfacing.
Where the hell had that romantic nonsense come from?
Channing wasn’t his. Although, he had been tempted to spill the beans about Jared’s marital status tonight. But he’d decided it wasn’t his place. She’d probably shoot the messenger rather than react how he’d hoped—running to him for protection, comfort and wickedly hot sex.
Right. Ignoring the thrashing twosome, he hopped off the counter and left them alone for the big finish.
In the cramped motel room, Edgard was stretched out on the double bed along the wall. He glanced up from watching TV. “Done already?”
“Yeah. You getting in on some action?”
“Maybe later.”
After Colby dressed he sat on the opposite bed to pull on his boots.
“Where you going?” Edgard asked.
“I know it’s your turn, but I think I’ll sleep in the horse trailer. ’Night.”
The next morning Channing leaned on the whitewashed split-rail fence and squinted at the fairgrounds.
What was she supposed to do now? Stuck high and dry in nowhere Oklahoma.
A few trucks and horse trailers remained in the parking lot. The arena was deserted. Most rodeo folk had already headed to the next event. Her stomach growled. She glanced at her watch. Noon.